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without reason
i laugh without cause...
then silence strikes the wall
and just like a demon
your lips curl around me -
without reason
heave in deep
so blind eyes can see -
forever in me
my whispers itch to crawl
along your withering thoughts
disappear in the toxic fog of intrigue
tempt the seductress with Hell's luxuries
roll back your soul's panes
tease the beast within me
allow fear to trellis my steps
tightly twist my tongue, man
and again, just like a demon
your lips curl around me -
without reason...
****
Moon light shines on this rhyme -
twist, rip and tie. the witch's call enters inside.
stir, crush, and boil. damned by the tainted soil.
in your plight, you tripped over the wrong root tonight.
tisk, tisk, you naughty boy! now it's your soul I must destroy.
then silence strikes the wall
and just like a demon
your lips curl around me -
without reason
heave in deep
so blind eyes can see -
forever in me
my whispers itch to crawl
along your withering thoughts
disappear in the toxic fog of intrigue
tempt the seductress with Hell's luxuries
roll back your soul's panes
tease the beast within me
allow fear to trellis my steps
tightly twist my tongue, man
and again, just like a demon
your lips curl around me -
without reason...
****
Moon light shines on this rhyme -
twist, rip and tie. the witch's call enters inside.
stir, crush, and boil. damned by the tainted soil.
in your plight, you tripped over the wrong root tonight.
tisk, tisk, you naughty boy! now it's your soul I must destroy.
Published 6th May 2014
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Anonymous
- Edited 15th Apr 2019 9:40pm
6th May 2014 4:04am
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6th May 2014 5:03am
6th May 2014 5:23am
there's a reason for everything, esp when curling lips are involed. darkly seductive, Angel...
6th May 2014 5:28am
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6th May 2014 6:12am
6th May 2014 9:38pm
among the fangs of teeth of lips reseeded the darkness consumes the angel turning her wings into shadows of the night to prey on souls of the men of her delight.
Wicked yet moving write Blue Angel
Wicked yet moving write Blue Angel
7th May 2014 1:37am
Thank you, my soul. The angel is just merely spreading her wings. I Love your poetic words. The image is quite striking, just how I like it. :)
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Anonymous
- Edited 16th May 2018 10:06pm
31st Aug 2014 5:49pm
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